The cold wind is sluggish, and the clouds are moving. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cliffs are wide and shrouded in heavy floating clouds. The wind came from the distant mountains, moving the clouds, swaying the canopy, and rolling up the dead leaves scattered on the ground......

and the maroon hair scattered around the girl's cheeks.

Qianling sat on the ground, her head bowed, her chestnut hair falling down, covering the remaining tears on her red, swollen and hot cheeks.

Whispering voices abounded,

Compassionate, mocking...... Densely penetrated into the ears.

The pale and shriveled lips were slowly pursed, and a few traces of residual blood stains at the corners of the lips stained the lip flaps, as strong as cinnabar.

"Qian, Qianling?" felt a slightly cold hand gently grasp her arm, Longya was stunned, and looked at her blankly.

The chestnut hair was scattered on the side of her cheeks, slightly messy, and Qianling lowered her head and slowly reached out to comb her hair behind her ears...... Looking up at her, a pale smile appeared on her face that was flushed and swollen with a few tear stains:

"Let's go back. "The voice was soft, and it was tired.

Longya was stunned, but shook her head vigorously, a pair of red eyes looked at her seriously, angry and unwilling:

"No, Qianling, we can't just go back! As guards, they dare to beat people casually, we can't just leave it at that! We must apologize in public and give an explanation!"

With her eyelashes hanging slightly, Qianling didn't speak, just grabbed her hand and slowly stood up. The swaying steps were a little unsteady, and the crumpled white dress was sprinkled with a few gray stains.

The long black hair was scattered on the chest and waist, strands of hair, silently brushed up.

Lan Yue quietly looked at the girl who was staggering to stand up not far away, her eyes trembled slightly, and her face was faintly pale......

But he still stood quietly, motionless.

The wind carried a bitter chill, lifting the chestnut hair and blowing in the curls.

Qianling lowered her head and slowly turned around and walked towards the edge of the cliff. The oncoming wind lifted the hair on her shoulders, and her red, swollen and hot cheeks seemed to sweep over the cold blades, but there was a faint chill in the drowsy and burning heat.

She looked up at the huge clouds floating above the cliffs, the wind hunting, and the chestnut hair blowing in the wind......

She frowned slightly, and the corners of her sour eyes dried and lost their temperature...... I can't shed even a single tear.

Accustomed to parting, accustomed to the distant back, accustomed to a person to continue to move forward.

Seventeen years of life is short and long.

She finally understood......

The people who want to leave can never stay.

"Qianling, Qianling!" Longya stood not far behind her, watching her staggering away, anxiously running forward and holding her hand tightly, "Qianling, where are you going?" You said that you would personally send a scarf to Lord Lanyue, and you will be reasonable and not angry after you say it, the purpose of our coming here has not been completed, don't you go, okay......"

Chestnut hair was lifted by the wind and scattered haphazardly over his shoulders. She stopped, stood where she was, and paused...... Slowly turn around.

Cold wind,

The warm yellow scarf was scattered on the ground, stained with dust, like a faint flame that shivered in the cold wind.

Qianling looked at it with a slightly glazed gaze.

Lan Yue stood in the distance, slowly following her line of sight at the scattered warm yellow scarf on the ground, and slowly raised her eyes to stare at her face......

His eyes trembled slightly, and the frozen ice and snow under his eyes melted silently...... Gradually flowing out of the light, a little warmth, a little hope.

Moving forward little by little, Qianling slowly squatted down and picked up the scarf on the ground.

Longya looked at her, slightly relieved, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Lan Yue stood there quietly, watching her pick up her scarf and stand up...... Her eyes flickered slightly, and her red eyes were always quietly staring at her face, gradually revealing a little nervous trance...... Standing in place like a young and waiting child, a little helpless.

The demon guards around them stared at the chestnut-haired girl who leaned over to pick up the scarf, looked at the warm yellow scarf in her hand, and then quietly looked at the young man behind him who was standing there quietly but obviously nervous and expectant......

They slowly looked at each other a few times, and frowned in surprise and confusion...... One by one, they stepped back a few steps to make way for the girl.

The cliffs are silent, the clouds are moving, and the cold wind is shuttling.

Scarlet gaze was far or near, lit up from all over the cliff, and a group of black-clothed demon guards looked at the girl in the chestnut-haired white dress inside the cliff without blinking, and the black-haired and black-robed young man not far in front of her, one by one stretched their necks, forgetting to stand guard and patrolling.

The chestnut hair was curled up by the cold wind, and the red cheeks reflected the mutilated tears...... Vague.

Qianling stared at the scarf in her hand and slowly lowered her eyelashes......

Turn and walk towards the edge of the cliff.

Lan Yue looked at her back blankly, slightly stunned, her eyes trembled slightly, and gradually her hopes and expectations dissipated silently, and gloom and loss filled the bottom of his eyes bit by bit...... But he still stood quietly in place, not making a sound.

The demon guards who retreated on both sides watched the girl pick up the scarf and staggered towards the edge of the cliff, always keeping their heads down and not looking at the young man, stunned, looked at each other, and turned their heads to look at the young man who was standing in place and looking at her back in a daze...... Scratching his head in confusion, he whispered to each other.

Longya stood beside her, watching her walk past her with a scarf, blinking sluggishly, and hurriedly followed to hold her hand:

"Qianling, what are you doing?"

He hurriedly leaned into her ear and lowered his voice:

"Lord Lan Yue is there, he's been looking at you! And I can see that he doesn't seem to be angry, if you send a scarf now, he will definitely accept it......"

The eyelashes drooped slightly, but Qianling just quietly broke free of her hand and continued to walk forward. The faintly swaying steps, the remaining tear stains on the reddened cheeks have long since dried.

The cliffs are spacious, the view is vast, and the cold wind brings the breath of the distant mountains.

The clouds floated, casting huge shadows and obscuring the ground.

The withered black branches on the edge of the cliff shrugged in the cold wind, and the leaves fell silently off and fell to the bottom of the cliff......

Doom to come.

The footsteps slowly stopped.

Qianling stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind stirring the chestnut hair, and the white dress fluttered silently in the wind.

She stared at the silhouette of the distant mountains, her cheeks flushed, and the last of her tears dried up......

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stood on the edge of the cliff, her white dress flying, and slowly stretched out her hand towards the sky.

The black hair was swept up by the oncoming cold wind, Lan Yue stood in the distance, looking at her blankly, her face suddenly turned pale, and her hoarse and frightened voice blurted out in an instant:

"Wait......!"

The wind was cold and the clouds were rolling up.

As if a white dove took off,

The soft, slender scarf came out of the girl's hand, like an invisible wing, and flew up with the frenzied wind, facing the distant mountains and rivers......

In the blink of an eye, it has become a vague dot in the vast sky,

Disappear at the end of view.